"Close one, ay inspector?" Sam chuckled at me.
"Listen you chuckling buffoon, the captain has always had it in for me, so no wonder he wants a reason to fire me or get me suspended."
"Gotcha, Richy." Sam still chuckled at me. Buffoon.
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As the car bounced along we turned on the music. Being in Sam's car that mean't that the rock station came on.
"Sail! La la la, Sail!" Sam sang through the radio. He's so perfect, he can sing, play the drums, drive like a normal person, and kiss good. Yep, also a buffoon and a jerk, but only sometimes. :)
"Blame it on my ADD, baby. Sail!"
I decided to mock him. "You have ADD? I didn't know that!" I said smiling.
"I don't you chicken!"
"Chicken!?!"
"Yeah, bawk bawk!"
"Whatever." Weirdo.
"Bryan Daily."
"What?"
"I said Bryan Daily, our murder suspect."
"Oh."
"She says shocked!" Said Sam with an announcer voice. Weirdo! "Why are you so quiet? Is it because of him?"
"Sort of."
"Why, what's up Kace ?"
"He's a very bad man, and I just don't like going into he's parlor freely."
"Hmmm. You'll get over it." I looked at him and gave him a glare. "What? I was joking."
"Ha ha ha." I laughed dryly.
"Why are you acting so strange today?"
"Mr. Daily."
"Why?"
"Because, he's, he's, I don't know."
"Well act normal, can you do that? We are here." Sam said as he pulled into the warehouse parking lot.
It stood like a lion, just waiting for a victim to come along so it can gobble him up. I hate going to these places. They always make me nervous of getting kidnapped. Luckily I have a gun and Sam.
"Password." A man said from behind the steel doors. He opened the little window and said again. "Password."
Sam smiled at him. "NYPD!" He said cheerfully.
The door opened with a huge nails on a chalk board sound. Eck.
"Detectives! Welcome to my humble abode!" Said Mr. Daily.
"Mr. Daily." I said.
"Please, call me Bryan." He asked smirking.
"Mr. Daily. You were seen fleeing the crime scene of a murder last night. How would you explain that?"
"How old are you?"
"Please Mr. Daily I will be asking the questions."
"My house, my rules. How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen!!! The ......... sent me a schoolgirl!" Swearing! Ugh!
"Mr. Daily!"
"Who are you?" He asked Sam
"Sam Heavers, and I would be much obliged if you didn't call my partner a schoolgirl. She is a lady." Awwww Sam.
"Whatever." I should tell you more about this charming young mobster, he is a very self centered man, thinking that all women love him. I do not so he will try it get me to fall for him.
"Mr. daily?" I asked. "Would you please just answer the questions?"
"Fine, fine."
"Where were you last night from the hours nine to twelve?"
"With my girlfriend."
"Can your girlfriend collaborate your story?"
"I think she can." He said with a smirk. Jerk face.
"Do you think you can give is her number and name?"
"Yeah sure, Lisa Tombstone." OMU did really say that her last name was Tombstone! Oh My Gosh!
Bryan smiled as he handed Sam a card. "271-3719."
"Thank you, we'll be in touch."
"I hope so." He said looking me up and down. For only being twenty-six he sure was a horrible man.
I smiled. And left.
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Live to Die
Teen FictionKaci Brooks is a seventeen year old cop. I know what you're thinking that's not possible, but darling anything is possible. Living with her parents is hard, but what is even harder for Kaci is that she graduated at the age of fifteen. (From college)...
